The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 1158

T looked even more surprised. “If someone managed to impress you enough for you to actually say ‘they’re good’—that’s no ordinary person, huh?”

Q’s lips curled into a faint smile. “I even suspect he’s already traced my IP address.”

T’s eyes widened. “Should you lay low for a while? Maybe even leave the country?”

Q shook his head with a quiet laugh. “No need. In fact, I’m intrigued. I’d really like to meet this person face to face.”

T let out a low whistle. “It’s rare for you to take an interest in anyone… This might just be a first.”

Q merely smiled, neither confirming nor denying.

T pressed on, worry in his voice. “But your identity—”

Q cut him off, calm as ever. “If he’s truly that capable, he probably figured out who I was ages ago.”

T sighed, concern etched into his features. “Just be careful, alright? If you need anything, call me. Anytime.”

“I will.”

…

The news of Israel Corp’s collapse sent shockwaves around the world.

There was only one reason Israel’s company attracted so much attention: the sheer speed of its downfall.

From the moment trouble began to the official bankruptcy filings, the entire process took just two weeks. There wasn’t even time for damage control—no chance to struggle, no hope of a comeback.

No one really knew what had happened behind closed doors.

Speculation was everywhere. After all, Israel’s company was backed by the powerful Williams Group. How could a business with that kind of protection topple so easily, almost like a bad joke?

The media was relentless, headlines and rumors flooding every channel.

Some said Israel Corp had been rotting from the inside for a while—that a collapse this swift could only mean deep, unresolved issues.

Israel sat slumped over, defeated, his head hanging low. In just a few short weeks, he’d gone from confident and energetic to hollow-eyed and exhausted.

Skyler and Jonathan had been away on business trips abroad. By the time they heard the news and rushed home, the damage was already beyond repair.

Israel’s voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. “I’m sorry, Jonathan. I—” His words trailed off, eyes reddening, emotion making it hard to speak.

Jonathan opened his mouth, ready to scold him, but the words caught in his throat. Instead, he turned to Coleman Williams, who stood quietly nearby.

“Coleman, I told you before: there was something off about Stella’s money. I warned Israel not to act rashly. Why didn’t you stop him?”

Coleman’s expression was grave. “I tried. He wouldn’t listen.”

Jonathan knew his brother’s temperament all too well. If Israel set his mind on something, not even their father could change it.